Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-10-27
A White Demon.

Il noticed IN the papers day or
two ago" said Michael Garden, who
has made his fortune in chihuahua
silver mines, ''an article about Al
Streeter, the white chief of the
| Apaches.
''Many tales of his cruelties have
been published, but one-that which
think the most horrible of all his
crimes have never seen in print.
'About seven years ago John Mans
| field came to Arizona from San Fran
cisco with his wife and little boy.
They arrived at Clifton safely. and as
they were in a hurry to reach a little
place called Solomon's about ninety
miles away, where Mansfield was to
go to work, they took the trail over
the hills from Clifton.
"A young prospector-his name /
have orgotten-undertook to pilot
them over the trail. Their first days
travel took them to the banks of Eagle
creek, small though rapid stream
which flows into the ella. There they
made camp. within few miles of
| the San Carlos reservation.
Though there were rumors that a
| band of renegades had left the reser-
walton, there was no positive news of
the uprising, and the little party had
no fear. AS they were preparing
supper there suddenly came into the
camp a white man on horseback in the
| ordinary garb of the prospector.
Mansfield and his wife at once reeog-
| nized the newcomer as AL Streeter,
who had gone to school with both of
them in San Francisco. They knew
nothing of his career since he had left
| this city.
"Streeter, though known to every
one on the frontier by reputation, has
been seen by few except when dis
euised with war-paint, and the young,
man who accompanied the Manstelds
did not connect the renegade leader
| with their visitor. The newcomer ate
supper with them. but declined to stop
at the camp over night. He did, how
ever, stay and talk awhile about the
old times.
Sat daylight Streeter made his APP
pearance again and shared their
breakfast. Suddenly he walked few
yards out of camp and uttered cry
Initiating a wild turkey. In a mo-
ment the camp was in the possession
of gang Of Apaches.
"The two men tried to use their
Winchesters, but found that they had
been tempered with and would not
work.
The Indians finally secured the
four persons who composed the little
party and carried them bound to the
top of one of the high bluffs that at
that point shut in the river. From the
edge of the bluff to the rivers edge is
a sheer descent of probably seventy
feet. There Streeter left the hapless
victims to the Apaches and walked
away.
cover the precipice, in plain sight
Of the helpless mother and father, the
Indians threw the little boy. The
mother was the next victim, and she
was killed in the horrible manner in
which band Of Apaches always slay
the females who fall alive into their
hands.
The next amusement they deter
mined on was the old cruelty Of run
ming the gauntlet. The young pros
pector was the victim chosen.
He, however, knowing that he had
no chance to escape, as soon as his
bonds were united, made a rush and
sprang over the cliff, following the
little boy. Seeing him go over the
frightful place, the Apaohes gave him
no further concern. But he was not
killed outright He struck fairly in
the water, aud the shock was SO much
lessened that a broken leg was the
only apparent damage.
with his crippled limb that poor
fellow crawled fifteen miles to ranch.
''There he died, after telling what
have just told you. / was one of the
men to whom he told it.
Several days later we went to
where the Indians had stopped on top
of the bluff, and found the bones of
poor Mansfield and his wife. The
former was lying face downward on
an anthl!I. His arms were extended,
the wrists fastened to stakes driven in
the ground He had been tied down
and left to be eaten by the red ants.
They had cleaned all the flesh from
his bones in those two days. San
| Francisco Examiner.